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ruins in quest of treasure, and had no regard to the form and being of the building; or to any circumstances that might give light into its use and history. I shall finish this long account with a passage which Gray has observed in Statius, and which directly pictures out this latent city :—
Haec ego Chalddicis ad te, Marcette, sondbam Littoribus, fractas ul)i Vestius egerit iras, Aemula, Trinacriis volvens incendia, flammis. Mira fides! credetne virum ventura propago, Gum segetes iterum, cum jam Jiaec deserta virebunt, Infra urbes populosgue premi ?
SYLV. lib. iv. epist. 4.
Adieu, my dear West! and believe me yours ever,
E6 di Coffano, wig. Radicofa^i, July 5, 1740. N.S. You will wonder, my dear Hal, to find me on my road from Eome: why, intend I did to stay for a new popedom, but the old eminences are cross and obstinate, and will not choose one, the Holy Ghost does not know when. There is a horrid thing called the mal' aria, that comes to Eome every summer, and kills one, and I did not care for being killed SQ far from Christian burial. We have been jolted to death; my servants let us come without springs to the chaise, and we are wore threadbare : to add to our disasters, I have sprained my ancle, and have brought it along, laid upon a little box of baubles that I have bought for presents in England. Perhaps I may pick you out some little trifle there, but don't depend upon it; you are a disagreeable creature, and may be I shall not care for you. Though I am so tired in this devil of a place, yet I have taken it